BB stands on all fours, lets out a muffled bark.
“Is there somewhere I can take this little girl to relieve herself before she turns in for the night? I can tell she’s about ready for bed.”
Chase nods. “Yeah, there’s actually a small patch of grass on the courtyard.” He approaches, lifts BB off the pillow. “C’mon, I’ll show you. Besides, I’ve got a surprise for her.” His green-eyed gaze meets mine, eyebrows hitched. “And one for you, too.”
Downstairs, Chase opens a glass sliding door, unearthing a divine pine-tree-speckled courtyard with an outdoor living room and kitchen smack in the center. Over to the right, next to a smaller building, accessible by stairs, sits a rectangular patch of grass. I assess straight away—the building is the guesthouse he mentioned earlier.
BB gallops to the patch of grass as if it’s her own slice of paradise, frolicking about, then circling, nose to the green, until she finds a territory in which to claim potty-time.
“You two come back inside when she’s all done. I’m going to get her surprise ready.” Chase saunters back into the house and I can’t help but notice he looks just as yummy from behind.
BB charges toward me once she’s finished, and as soon as we’re back in the house we find Chase sitting on the couch, a black box with white polka dots beside him.
I beam. Mouth dropped.
BB barks, wags her tail, and whirls around, undoubtedly delighted to lay her big, brown eyes on the familiar-looking package.
“Chase, you went to Pups Fifth Avenue?”
He grins, his perfectly white teeth a contrast to his tanned skin tone. “Sure did, in an effort to win BB’s heart as you suggested.”
He plucks the lid off of the box, BB whining, standing with one raised paw, ready to receive whatever goodies await.
“But, how did you know about Pups Fifth Avenue? Only dog owners know of Hollywood’s best-kept secret.”
BB barks, reminding us both she’s got some goodies to get her paws on.
“Oh, sorry to make you wait, BB girl.” Chase picks up the box, filled with fun times, and places it on the floor. And before he can even take anything out, my little diva makes a dash, and skillfully nudges the box, flipping it over, dispensing its contents. Chew toys, a bag of gourmet treats, and a cute custom-made T-shirt that saysI Luv NYC.
I place my hand over my chest, moved by Chase’s generosity. “This is all so perfect and beyond thoughtful. I can tell you’ve definitely won the heart of BB.”
Along with a little piece of mine.
